MARILLI

With Mondayís dawn the spirit of Emile Marilli passed into eternity at the Blue Rock Hotel, the home of his parents. A violent fall in his infancy so shocked the delicate physical machinery that thereafter for thirty years he bravely bore repeated surgical operations, through which he was guided by the best medical treatment his fond father could secure and by the tenderest ministrations of his devoted mother.

Although frail in form, he was strong in mind, holding his rank with one of the brightest classes in the Larkspur-Corte Madera school graduating with Lillian Weeks, Izora McAllister, Mary Hall and others in 1911.

As a school boy he found place without intrusion upon others; he banished strife with some witty diversion that softened anger into forebearance; he promoted harmony by twitting resentment into its den. He was a peacemaker among boys and later a peacemaker among men, subduing dispute with merry mock and quip. His face was ever radiant with cheerfulness and he wore an infectious smile that nestled into the human heart, endearing him to a host of friends that crowded his requiem mass and his tomb in floral tributes.

So joyous and gentle was he that he lived among his companions as a boy, disposing many to doubt the announcement that he has spanned nearly thirty-three years of life since his birth in San Francisco.

He was the second son of Mr. and Mrs. Serafino Marilli, who brought him to Larkspur in 1902 at the age of ten. Here he lived with little thought of the rest of the world save as he brought it to himself in his skillful manipulation of the radio.

Six of his boyhood companions bore his bier tenderly to St. Patrickís church, where a requiem mass was rendered for his repose by Rev. Father Bailey and thence to Mt. Olivet cemetery where he was laid at rest amid the lays of sonnets and larks.